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After a few more licks, I'm satisfied that you're as on edge as you can be. I quickly swipe my tongue over you, starting with a broad flat stroke but ending with a hard pointed flick to your clit. You cry out, an incoherent outburst of pleasure as you come hard and fast, your hips jerking up and your shoulders curling up off the floor. I'm pleased to note, though, that while they bend slightly, your arms stay more or less where I want them.

I give you a few seconds to recover before diving back in, using my tongue to manipulate your entire vulva, from top to bottom. I take my time, the first one was easy, a treat for being such a good pet during your punishment, but the next orgasm would be yours only when I was good and ready to give it to you. In the years we've been together, I've learned your signals. I know which spot to touch that feels so very good, but not quite good enough. I know that focusing on a spot just a few millimeters above and left of your clit will make you come within seconds. And I know that you can't come when I press my thumb firmly against your urethra. Using all the knowledge of your body I've earned through the years I push you right to the edge and keep you there until you've turned into a quivering, sobbing mass of flesh and bone, your pussy clenching helplessly around my fingers pressed against your g-spot, your pulse pounding against my tongue, and your hips struggling uselessly against the firm grip I have around you. Finally, I lift my thumb, suck your clit into my mouth, pinching it between my lips, and curl my fingers hard against your g-spot, feeling another orgasm rip through your body. You completely lose control and your hand flies to tangle in my hair, holding my head against you. I slowly ease the pressure of my ministrations and withdraw from you gradually, inch by inch.

Your hands fall away and your body goes limp. Through your gasps for breath, I can hear the repeated mantra of "I love you, I love you..." being whispered over and over. "Open your eyes, pet," I say, standing up. Once your eyes are open and fixed on mine, I slowly draw the fingers of my right hand into my mouth, making a show of licking the digits clean. I can feel your juices coating my face and wipe my chin with my thumb, licking it clean again. I hold out my hand to you and help you to your shaky feet. I guide you over to the bed and lay you down, your legs hanging over the edge.

I reach down and silently pull your shoes off your feet, your legs completely limp in my grasp as I do so. Placing the shoes back in our closet, I come back to the bed and unclip the garters from your stockings before rolling them down your legs and off, setting them aside. "Move up the bed, pet, and lie on your stomach," I say softly. Once you're settled on your stomach, I undo the hooks on the back of your garter belt and lift your hips so I can pull it out from under you. I sit next to you on the bed and look over my handiwork, taking particular pride in your bright red ass, the plug still barely peeking through between your round cheeks.

I pick up the glass of ice water and press the end of the straw to your lips. "Drink, pet. You did very, very well, but we're not through just yet," I say, brushing your hair back from your face. You drain the glass and I set it aside before taking the bottle of lotion sitting on the nightstand. Pouring some out into my hands, I rub them together to warm the creamy liquid before gently applying it to your tender ass. You hiss at the first touch but slowly relax into the soothing motion as I rub the salve in, adding more lotion until your skin has absorbed as much as it can. I turn my attentions next to your limp, exhausted limbs applying some of the lotion to the already fading impressions left by the rope. I roll you over and do the same on your chest and tender breasts.

Your breath has become slow and shallow and your eyes are taking longer and longer to open after every blink. I feel a surge of tenderness go through me as your eyes focus on mine and your lips shift into a small, shy smile. I lean down and kiss you gently, pulling away to the sound of your contented sigh. "You rest for a few minutes, pet, but don't think I'm finished with you yet."

"Yes, mistress," you sigh, rolling back onto your belly and hugging the pillow, your eyes sliding peacefully closed. I sit there for a few moments, running my hand up and down the soft expanse of tour back, before going back to the dining room and cleaning up the mess from dinner. It only takes me a few minutes to get everything cleaned up. I take another beer out of the fridge and refill my glass. I lean against the island, sipping my beer and trying to ignore the persistent, aching throb between my legs. It will feel so much better if I wait and make you pleasure me. But I pushed your limits and you need a chance to recover before diving back in.

I drain the last of my beer, rinse the glass and take a couple bottles of water from the fridge before heading back to the room. I step through the door, ready to order you to your knees, slightly surprised to see you already kneeling, your ass resting on your heels, the leash still clipped to your collar and hanging down between your breasts. I bend over and pick it up, dragging the backs of my fingers over your swollen vulva, up your stomach, and between your breasts. Pass the end of the leash to my left hand, with my right I grip the leather just below the clasp and give it a sharp upward tug.

"Up, pet. On your feet." Once you're standing, I unclip the leash and set it aside, picking up a small pair of weighted nipple clamps, the weight dangling from the end of a chain about 3 inches long. I cup your breasts and run my thumb gently over your tender nipples, giving a firm flick to reach of them. Your body tenses as I lift the first clamp to your nipple, gently holding your breast while I firmly attach the clamp. Once it's on, I drop it, pulling my hand away rapidly, hearing you gasp as the small weight pulls your nipple down with a sharp tug. In spite of that, you don't follow the weight to the ground like the first time we did this. I smile at the obvious struggle you're going through, your teeth clenched and your hands balled into fists at your side.

As you try to regain control of your breathing, I swiftly repeat the process on your other nipple. This time the gasp is a cry and your deep breaths come more rapidly. I pick the rope back up from where I had dropped it earlier and with swift, sure movements soon have you in a body harness, with a knot resting right over your mons. I pull a small vibrator out of the nightstand and twist it into the harness and turn it on, the vibrations being transmitted by the rope all over your body, and particularly to the knots pressing against your pussy and the plug still in your ass. Taking another length of rope, I retie your arms behind your back and guide you to the bed, giving you a hard shove to make you fall onto the soft surface covered by rumpled sheets. The effect of lying on your belly on the bed negates the weights and somewhat dulls the vibration through the ropes, but doesn't completely erase them. I take yet one more piece of rope and tie your legs at the ankles, leaving your knees spread slightly, then bend your knees to attach the rope to your wrists.

"Are you comfortable, pet?" I ask, stepping back to look over the enticing vision you present.

"Yes, mistress," you answer, your voice slightly muffled by your cheek being pressed into the bed.

"Good," I say as I strip off my panties and climb onto the bed. I prop up some pillows against the headboard and lean back, spreading my legs and scooting down until my soaked pussy is on an inch from your face. "You've been very good tonight, my dear," I reach down and brush your hair out of your face. "Time to enjoy your reward."

You lift your head and eagerly wriggle forward a few inches, wincing as the chains tug on your nipples. You look at me, your eyes clearly reflecting your desire and adoration. "Thank you, mistress," you whisper, your voice thick with lust, before lowering your head and putting your mouth to a much better use than mere speech. You press your slightly opened lips to my vulva and your tongue darts out to caress me. You moan at the flavor of my thick juices as you suck, pulling my labia into your mouth. I reach down with my right hand and let my fingers tangle in your hair, putting the slightest bit of pressure on you. Not enough to pull you closer, but enough to keep you from pulling back.

You keep your eyes on mine as you slide your tongue between my lips, parting them and exposing my hard, throbbing clit. I've been on edge all night and I know it won't take much, just the slightest touch in the right spot to make me come. But I want to draw this out longer, enjoy the building sensations, hover right on the edge of that pleasurable abyss. "Slow down, pet," I whisper huskily, "I want this to last." I see your eyes sparkle mischievously, like you're thinking about ignoring my order and make me come hard right then, but a sharp tug on your hair reminds you who's in charge and your tongue pulls back from right beneath my clit, moving lower, stroking my labia and moving closer to my opening.

Your tongue pushes into me and I close my eyes and moan in bliss. You are so talented and know just how I like to be touched. "That's it, pet, just like that." I run my left hand over my breasts, dipping my fingers below the top of my corset to play with my nipples, aching with need. I ride the swell of arousal, your tongue alternating between plunging inside me and stroking my labia, your lips working me expertly, drawing me ever closer to the edge. "Now, pet," I whisper through my moans, my grip on your head tightening as your tongue begins its attack on my clit. After a few flicks you suck me into your mouth and pinch the base of my clit between your lips, fluttering your tongue against the tip.

My left hand joins my right in pressing you tight against me, your nose pressed against me and cutting off your breath. My back flies off the pillows and my head goes back as I emit a primal cry of pleasure, the waves of euphoria flowing out from my pussy to surge through my entire body. You continue gently licking and sucking me, trying to get as much of my essence into you as you can, but aware that I'm slightly too sensitive for your full efforts. I relax, enjoying the attention as I catch my breath. I sit up, loosening my grasp on your head and whisper, "Stop, pet."

With a soft whimper of protest, you lift your head, licking your lips clean of the fluids still clinging to your face. I scoot back and throw one leg over you to join the other before sliding off the bed. I stand and reach behind me, untying the laces in the middle of my back, loosening them enough to unclasp the busk. With the corset off, I stretch my back a little bit and take a few deep breaths before I turn and bend over to unlace my boots. I make a point to turn my back to you and stand so I'm just barely in your field of vision as I bend at the waist, smiling as I hear you let out a pitiful noise of longing at the sight of my ass exposed to you like this. Once I get the first boot unlaced, I stand up and step out of it before repeating the process with the other foot.

Now completely naked, I get back on the bed and spread my legs for you again. I reach down and, instead of grabbing your head as you expect, I begin to run my fingers over myself. Your eyes keep flicking back and forth between my vulva, inches away, and my face, looking for an indication that I want you to resume licking. "Patience, pet," I say through an exaggerated moan. "Do you want my pussy?"

"Yes, mistress," you say, licking your suddenly dry lips. "Please let me worship your pussy, mistress." In reply I press my fingers against your lips, which readily open and begin sucking, your tongue desperately trying to pull every bit of liquid off them. After a few seconds, I pull my fingers out to a loud 'pop' and tangle my fingers, wet with your saliva, into your hair, pushing your eager mouth against me. The attention you give me is intense and overwhelming. In almost no time at all, I'm arching my back, my hips thrusting against your mouth. "You may want to slow down pet. You're going to be down there for quite a while, so don't wear yourself out yet."

You pull back an inch or so and look up at me. "Yes, mistress," you say, the simple words seeming incredibly erotic with my juices dripping off your chin, before resuming your efforts, slower this time. Over the next thirty minutes, you take me over the edge three more times, though none are as strong as the first two, they all leave me gasping for breath. I can tell that we're coming close to the limits of your stamina as you pull back to stretch your aching jaw every few minutes and your tongue moves slower and slower, sucking on my clit becoming your dominant way of pleasuring me. As I bask in the afterglow of my fifth orgasm, I contentedly sigh, "Stop now, pet."

You pull back and collapse down on the mattress, your back muscles exhausted from holding the same position for so long. I lie there relaxing for a few moments, letting out a soft, happy laugh when you shift so that your head is pillowed on my thigh. I gently run my fingers through your matted, sweat soaked hair before getting up. I stretch briefly then go about untying you, gently rubbing the newly exposed skin, the red impressions left by the ropes snaking across your beautiful skin.

I give you a brief, gentle massage, working out muscles stiff from going so long without moving. I slide off the bed again and hold out my hand to you. With a grunt of protest, you get to your feet and I lead you to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I let the water warm up and turn to face you. I place my hands on your hips and pull you against me. You loosely wrap your arms around my waist and nuzzle the top of my chest, sighing contentedly. I tilt your head up with a finger under your chin and place a soft kiss on your sore lips. "Come on pet, let's get cleaned up."

I pull back and reach up to your throat, undoing the clasp on your collar and setting it aside. I step into the shower, pulling you along behind me. We stand under the water, exchanging soft kisses and caresses. I slide my hands down your back and grip your ass. I give it a brief squeeze before ordering you to turn around and lean against the shower wall. I grasp the flange of the plug and tell you relax as I begin to pull it out, your muscles still gripping it. As I slowly pull, you push and let out a sigh of relief, your body readjusting to the absence of the heavy intrusion.

I rinse it off and set it aside before telling you to stand back up. I grab the puff and our body wash and work up a lather. I take my time washing you, making sure to gently and thoroughly clean every inch of you. I direct you to stand under the water and rinse while I wash myself. Next, I take up the shampoo bottle and pour out a small amount into my hand. You lean against my chest as I slowly and tenderly work my fingers over your scalp, washing out the sweat and tangles that filled your hair. You move back under the water to rinse before leaning back for me to put on conditioner. You're practically purring as my fingers run through your hair, applying the product to ever inch. After doing the same to my own hair, while you lean heavily against me, fighting to stay awake, we both rinse and share a few more kisses.

I turn off the water and reach out for a towel. I softly pat you dry before drying your hair. I direct you to sit on the closed toilet while I dry myself off. Once I towel myself off, I take up the brush and blow dryer and proceed to slowly work through your hair, leaving it completely dry and full. "Go change the sheets, pet," I order, pressing a kiss to your cheek before drying my own hair. Once my shorter hair is dry, a prospect considerably less time consuming compared to your locks, which hang halfway down your back, I step into the bedroom and see you tucking in the last corner on the fitted sheet. I go around the room and pick up all the toys we used, either putting them back in their place or setting them aside to be cleaned. I leave the room and go downstairs, making sure everything is in order and turned off. Pressing the power switch on the stereo, the lilting sound of the harpsichord that had filled the house this evening fell silent.

I walk up the stairs after turning off the lights and double checking the doors. In our bedroom, I see you in the dim candle light, lying on your side on the freshly made bed, your knees bent and your head resting on the pillow.

"Lie flat on your back, pet," I say softly and smile as you lazily roll over. Taking up the lotion again, I proceed to give you a full body massage, working out every knot and kink in your body. I spend a long time on your shoulders, making sure that the knots that chronically plague them are gone, at least for the time being. Finally done, I pull the covers over your limp, relaxed body and climb in behind you.

You roll over to face me and curl up against me, your head tucked under my chin. "Cayenne," I whisper, gently rubbing circles on your back, bringing our night to an end.

"God," you say, the sleep creeping into your voice. "I needed that so bad. Thank you, baby."

"I could tell when I called this afternoon."

"I suppose I should ask where the kids are, but I'm honestly too worn out to really care. Your mom's, I'm guessing?"

"Yours, actually. Mine's still visiting Greg and Valerie."

"Ah," you say, your eyelashes fluttering against my skin as you drift off, your breathing slowing and deepening, your body going limp in my arms. I kiss the top of your head again, taking time to inhale the particular fragrance that's uniquely yours. "I love you, sweetheart, more than I can say. Sleep tight." I tighten my grip around you and close my eyes, shortly joining you in blissful sleep.